hivemindd
/ currently active on my skyrim/fantasy anon, go interact with her if you want! :) @hailsithis
hivemindd
-northernheirs
// pokes...I did it........
-hauntme
// I felt like edgelord alice because it came to me in a dream
alice heaved under her heavy armor - much more than usual . her gear changed with each enemy she fought , whichever adapted well . she had thick plates covering vital parts of her , most of which highlighted in gold . her armor was covered in thick, black and brown oil - each automaton killed was another ballot for democracy , and she was writing all of them . the way she fought previously , bashing through metal and shooting damn near everything that didn't look human - she was clearly pissed about something .
hivemindd
[@-hauntme] / omgg.. kael will beat up whoever made her angy.. >:( nobody hurts his wifey Meanwhile , Kael joined the helldivers on the ground , leaving his mech behind for this operation. The machine itself had told him to stay back , and he obeyed without hesitation — whatever it communicated through the neural link , he followed to the letter. Truth be told , he’d been craving ground combat for weeks , but this mission unsettled him. Whether it was the nagging worry about Alice or the fact that he had to destroy machines that weren’t built by the Vod , something about it made him uneasy. He didn’t like harming other machines. He didn’t want to pry or push her further , but he couldn’t resist. Opening a private channel on the comms , his voice crackled softly as he spoke. “ Alice . . . my lovely , what’s the matter ? Your behavior pattern isn’t normal today. ” There was a pause , his tone threaded with concern. “ Please . . . tell me what’s going on. ” He braced himself , half-expecting her to ignore him entirely.
sentimvntalist
/ he is such a simp.
CalKestis23-_
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(Chris would not cover up his tattoos, and this man, let me tell you, this man, would wear black nail polish and combat boots to training, and his squad would not give him shit. They would keep their mouths shut!)
hivemindd
[@CalKestis23-_] / If Kael saw Chris with black nail polish, he’d probably lose it. Outwardly he stays calm, but mentally? He’s completely barking.
CalKestis23-_
(Continue??? It’s getting good.)
T0NIGHT
The city didn’t rise so much as crowd in.
Grace stepped through the checkpoint and the air changed immediately—thicker, metallic, threaded with the low vibration of machinery that never slept. Neon bled down the sides of megastructures like open veins, signage flickering in half-forgotten languages. Somewhere above, something massive shifted—metal on metal—slow and deliberate. A mech adjusting its stance, or a tower settling under its own weight. In this city, it was hard to tell the difference.
Grace adjusted the collar of her jacket, fingers brushing the thin seam at her throat where augmentation met skin. The interface warmed in response, optics sharpening, data ghosting at the edge of her vision.
“Alright, Colonel,” she said, voice low but edged with impatience. “Before this place decides to eat us alive: what’s the mission agenda?”
She adjusted her HUD with a flick of her fingers, data scrolling past her eyes. “Because so far I’ve got infiltrate hostile sector, don’t get spotted, and improvise when everything goes to hell.” A beat. “That’s not an agenda. That’s a bad habit.”
Grace slowed just enough to meet his gaze, walking backward for half a step. “Are we ghosting a facility, lifting intel, sabotaging hardware, or stealing something that’s going to explode if I look at it wrong?”
Her mouth curved slightly, dry humor cutting through the tension. “I just like to know which flavor of disaster I’m mentally preparing for.”
T0NIGHT
@hivemindd “Understood, sir,” she said, voice calm, steady. “Skinwalkers. Machines. No clean lines.”Her eyes swept the terrain the way he’d drilled into her shadows first, reflections second, movement last. “I won’t mistake silence for safety.”After a beat, she added, quieter but firm, “I didn’t sign on thinking this would be easy. If the ESA’s the only line that holds, then I’ll hold it.” A faint edge of iron crept into her tone. “I’m not here to be protected. I’m here to learn how to kill what shouldn’t exist and walk back out when it’s done.”She met his gaze briefly, no challenge in it, just resolve. “Lead on, Colonel. I’ll keep up.” “I’ve read the files,” she continued after a moment. “Vod behavior patterns. Identity cycling. The lag between mimicry and instinct.” Her lips tightened. “They can copy a face, a voice… but not discipline. Not intent.”She glanced toward a shattered structure half-swallowed by brush. “That hesitation? That’s where they die.”Her hand hovered near her weapon now, not tense ready. Training had burned hesitation out of her weeks ago. The Colonel had seen to that personally. “I know what people call you,” she said, not looking at him. Not reverent. Not afraid. Just stating fact. “A miracle. A weapon that survived.” She finally turned her head slightly. “Doesn’t matter to me. You’re the one still standing. That’s enough.” A faint exhale, almost a smile brief and sharp as broken glass. “If they’re wearing someone’s skin,” she added, “then they already made their choice. I won’t lose sleep over ending it.”Her gaze locked forward again, senses flaring.“Tell me where you want me positioned when things go sideways,” she said evenly. “Because if they do… I won’t be the one slowing you down.”
hivemindd
[@_T0NIGHT] Kael had left his mech behind at the ESA base of operations — he didn’t need it for this mission. At least , he hoped he wouldn’t. If things went sideways , he could always summon the U-Rais through the neural system. He was one of a kind , the only pilot to survive the augmentation process. A living experiment. The NeuralLink Interface had claimed many lives before him , yet Kael endured , emerging as its sole success. Among the other pilots , he was considered special. He didn’t wear the title with pride — it meant little to him — but he carried it well. His progress had been remarkable , though not without consequence. There were darker places his mind could wander now , places no one else could reach. That was a story best left untold — for now. “ There are Vod in this sector , ” he said at last , his voice steady. “ Mimics , if you prefer. ” His gray eyes tracked their surroundings as they walked , boots striking the ground in a measured rhythm. “ They take the skin of others — wear people like disguises. ” His expression hardened; it always did when the star-born were involved. “ Since you’re new , I’ll make this simple. The ESA is the only force capable of dealing with them. Police can’t touch it. The National Guard can’t handle it. This is our responsibility. ” He let out a quiet sigh. “ They usually blend in on the ground , hiding behind false identities — but don’t let that fool you. They’re also known to deploy heavy machinery , same as us. ” His gaze flicked toward her. “ It’s dangerous work. Stay sharp , keep your guard up , and you might walk away from this operation in one piece. ”
elabyrinths
careful, the gods here are not kind to—[whatever] it is that you are.
elabyrinths
ID: @hivemindd * her head turned toward him, sapphire eyes gleaming with newfound curiosity. but as the temple swelled with raw, seeping energy, she stilled, stepping closer to the man. * the unknown is feared here, especially a man who cannot be comprehended. * gaia’s gaze lingered on him, curious. * i know you would not meddle in another’s affairs, you do not seem the sort. so—tell me, how did you come upon this temple?
hivemindd
[@elabyrinths] “ A mere mortal , yet one who bends machines to my will with nothing but thought. They need not fear me . . . I am harmless unless roused to wrath. Yet even I would not dare challenge a god — such folly would be my own undoing. ”
elabyrinths
why do you hide yourself beneath all this charm?
hivemindd
[@elabyrinths] “ Because what lies beneath does not survive daylight. Charm is the veil I draw so the rot doesn’t frighten those who stand too near. I choose to keep certain things shut away. It is safer for what remains of me . . . Is that the answer you sought , my dear ? ”
humanbythekillers
"Neat patches." The man with faint blue skin commented.
"What does that one mean?" He pointed a painted black nail at one of them.
humanbythekillers
The man was bundled up in a thick, black sweater and a dark jacket which blended in with his black jeans and shoes. His equally dark eyes lit up ever-so-slightly at the pilot's words. Evgeny was someone, of course, but not someone that was noticed often.
"I'm always c-cold. But I'm okay... What's your n-name?"
hivemindd
[@humanbythekillers] “ Nobody special ? ” he repeats , the words laced with mild disbelief as his gaze drifts over the stranger. He’d never seen anyone quite like him before — especially not someone wrapped up like that. There was something off about his appearance , something the pilot couldn’t quite place. “ You look like someone to me , ” he adds after a moment. “ Are you cold ? You don’t look too great . . . everything alright ? ”
humanbythekillers
He dropped his arm to his side once the other man began speaking. His dark eyes were focused on the patch for a few seconds more, until he brought them up to look the other man in the eyes. He didn't verbally express his opinions on the new information. He remained sort of neutral in demeanour, too. He opted to answer the pilot's question.
"I'm Evgeny. I'm nobody special."